Chords for Lost in the Flood

[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [C] _
_ Ragamuffin [D] Gunner is returning home [G] like a hungry [Bm] runaway. _ _ _
[C] He walks through town [D] all
alone.
He must [G] be from the fort, he hears high school [Bm] girls say.
_ [D] His countryside's
burning [C] with wolfmen fairies [E] dressed in drag for [Em] homicide.
[Bm] _ _ _ [C] They hit and run, _
[D] _ plead sanctuary, [G] eat the holy stone they [Bm] hide.
_ [C] They're breaking beams [D] and crosses
_ with [G] a spastic's real [Bm] _ imperfection.
_ [C] _
Nuns run bald through [D] Vatican halls, pregnant,
[G] _ plead an immaculate [Bm] conception. _
[D] And everybody's wrecked [C] on Main Street [E] from
drinking [Em] that holy [Bm] _ blood.
_ _ [C] Sticker smiles sweet [D] as Gunner breathes deep, [C] his ankles
[Bm] caked [E] in mud.
_ _ _ [D] And I [C] said, hey [D] Gunner man, [E] that's [Em] quicksand, [C] that's [D] quicksand, that
[Em] ain't mud.
_ [C] Have you thrown [D] your sins [Em] to the war?
[C] Did you lose [D] them in the [Em] [Am] flood?
_ [D] _ _
_ _ _ [C] That
_ pure American [D] brother, _ _ dull [G]-eyed and empty [Bm]-faced, _ _ _ [C] races Sundays [D] in Jersey _ [G] in a
Chevy stock Super [Bm] 8.
_ [D] He rides her low in the hip on the [C] side he's got bound for
glory [E] in red, [Em] white, and blue [Bm] flash pain.
_ [C] He leans on the hood [D] telling racing
stories.
[C] The kids [Bm] call him Jimmy [Em] the same. _ _
[D] _ _ _ [Em] Well that blazing noise boy, [G] he's Gunner
that bitch, [Am] loaded a blasting [Em] point.
_ He rides headfirst into [G] a hurricane and
[Am] disappears to a [Em] point.
And [D] there's nothing left but some blood [C] where the body fell.
And [E] there's nothing left that you could [Bm] sell.
_ [C] Just junk all across [D] the horizon, _ [C] a real
_ [Bm] _
[Em] highwayman's farewell. _ _ _ _
And I [C] said, hey [D] kid, you think [Em] that's oil? _
[C] Man, that [D] ain't oil, [Em] that's blood. _
[C] I wonder what he was [D] thinking when he [E] hit that storm.
[C] Was [D] he just [Em] lost in the [Am] flood?
[D] _
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_ _ _ _ [C] Eighth Avenue sailors [D] in satin shirts _ [G] _ whisper in the [Bm] air.
_ _ [C] Some storefront
_ [Bm] carnation of Maria, [G] she's putting on me a [Bm] stare.
_ _ [D]
And Bronx's best [C] apostle stands
with [Em] his hand on his own [Bm] hardware. _ _
[C] _ Everything stops, you [D] hear five quick
[A] shots, [C] the cops [Bm] have come up for [Em] air. _
And now the whiz-bang [G] gang from uptown, _ [Am] they're shooting up [Em] the street.
Oh that cat from the Bronx [G] starts letting loose, but [Am] he gets blown right off [Em] his lead.
Oh and [D] some kid comes blasting around the corner, [Em] but a cop puts him right [Bm] away. _
[C] He lays on the street holding his [D] legs, screaming
something in Spanish, [C] still breathing [Bm] when I [Em] walked away. _
_ _ _ And someone [C] said, hey [D] man, did you [Em] see that?
His body [C] hit the street with [D] such a beautiful [Em] thud.
_ [C] I wonder [D] what the two were [Em] saying.
_ [C] Was [D] he just [Em] lost in the flood?
[C] But hey [D] man, did you [Em] see that?
Whoa, [C] the broadcast [D] is so [Em] messed up.
_ I [C] wonder [D] what they [Em] were getting into.
[C] Were they [D] all just [Em] lost in [Am] the flood?
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [Em] _ _ Well, they lost. _
[F#] I'm just [D] telling the _ world.
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